After taking my normal seat, I pulled out my notes and started reading through them. I was probably reading the same line for the eighth time when Percy entered the classroom. He smiled at a few students, waving at one or two of them, before walking to his usual spot at the back.
Where was his shadow?
There wasn’t another alpha following him like there usually was.
Chewing on my lip, I tried to subtly look around the room. Now, I hadn’t been watching the comings and goings of Percy Garnett religiously over the last few months, so maybe he didn’t always have security.
Then again, if what Spencer had said was true, and Percy had crazy fangirls, it would make sense that he always needed security.
The rest of the class passed in a blur, and by the time Professor McCreevy wrapped things up, my unease had grown into a tight knot in my stomach.
As soon as Professor McCreevy dismissed the class, I grabbed my bag and hightailed it out of there.
I’d barely turned the corner when a hand wrapped aroundmy arm, dragging me sideways. My hand was already reaching into my bag to grab my taser when a familiar peppery scent wafted over me.
“Spencer,” I hissed, glowering at him. I was sure he hadn’t been there.
He smirked at me. “I offered to wait outside today,” he explained. “You smell like another alpha.” His voice was tight.
So, I hadn’t bothered to shower that morning. The smell of sex had probably faded, but given how close Chase and I had been, I was sure his scent lingered on me.
“Yes, what of it?” I said, cocking my head to the side.
For some utterly bizarre reason, I wasn’t scared. I was merely grumpy. The way he’d confronted me was an intrusion into my space. Why did he care who I smelled like?
Spencer’s face flickered through a myriad of emotions before finally settling on what I could only describe as disgruntled.
“I don’t like it,” he finally said.
“Well, thankfully, you don’t get a say in it,” I pointed out, pulling my arm back.
He let me go, staring down at me in confusion. My mood soured further at the thought that Spencer believed he had the right to parent me or dictate my choices. It seemed ludicrous to me. I didn’t listen to my mother; there was no way in hell I was going to listen to him.
“No, that’s where you’re wrong,” he growled. “I do get a say in it.”
“Do you need to see a doctor? This level of delusion is actually kind of concerning.”
“Hey, Spencer, is everything okay?” a male voice asked from behind me.
I turned to see Percy Garnett, his bag slung over his shoulder, looking between us with confusion.
Spencer cleared his throat. “Everything’s fine here. Shall we head back?”
Percy nodded, still looking unsure. “Sure.” He hesitated. “Hey, Flora, isn’t it? How did you find that last paper McCreevy assigned?”
“The one on differentials?” I asked. Percy nodded. “Honestly, I hated it, but there are some really good textbooks on the basement floor in the library that helped me.”
“Which textbooks?”
“Give me your phone, and I’ll write a list in your notes app.”
A smile broke out across his face. “That would be amazing, thank you,” he replied, handing his phone over without a second thought.
Throughout the interaction, Spencer stood to the side, thunder written all over his face.
“Hopefully those help,” I smiled, passing Percy’s phone back.
“Thank you,” he nodded appreciatively.
